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Come my soul and let us try For a




Come my heart and let us try
For a little season
Every burden to lay by
Come and lets us reason.
What is this that casts you down?
Who are those that grieve you?
Speak and let the worst be known,
Speaking may relieve thee.


Christ by faith I sometimes see
And he doth relieve me,
But my fears return again,
These are they that grieve me.
Troubled like the restless sea,
Feeble, faint and fearful,
Plagued with every sore disease,
How can I be cheerful?


Think on what your Savior bore
In the gloomy garden,
Sweating blood from ev'ry pore
To procure thy pardon.
View Him hanging on the tree,
Bleeding, groaning, dying;
See, he suffers this for thee,
Therefore, cease from crying.


Joseph took His body down,
Wrapped it in linen,
Laid it in the silent tomb,
And returned mourning.
Soon he rises from the tomb,
Angels fly from glory:
See how glory shines around;
He has gone before you.


Brethren, don't you feel the flame?
Mourners, come, behold him!
Let us join to praise His name,
Let us never grieve Him.
Soon we'll join to sing above,
Soon we'll be in heaven;
There we'll swim in seas of love,
And forever praise Him.


---Alternative verses---


Come my heart and let us try
For a little season
Every burden to lay by
Come and lets us reason.
What is this that casts you down?
Who are those that grieve you?
Speak and let the worst be known,
Speaking may relieve thee.

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LYRICS
Meter: 7 6 7 6 D
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1759
      Bible Refs:
      MUSIC
      Name: THE GRIEVED SOUL
      Meter: 7 6 7 6 D
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1859
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